She moved on and on....
Each step, touching the ground,
ever so lightly
like a sun's ray
The speckles of dust could hardly hear her
quietly coming their way
like a white cloud,
untouched by any, floating without a sound
The bushes on both sides of her pathway
resting in the dull evening Sun,
ready to shed
their flowers faded,
who gifted the faint whiff of sweet fragrance
still lingering in the warm air
meeting her breath,
making her sorrow
even richer with depth...
healing, just as a song sung in the distance
She thanked them,
bowing her head,
looked up, just smiled,
knew, Nothing needs to be said.
and... moved on...
- BhairaviParag
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Hetal :)
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